Passover is a lovely holiday that almost always involves a conversation about constipation.
But you know what? I don't think that's the reason I enjoy it so much.
I think it's because we got engaged on the first night of Passover in 2008, and I have this priceless piece of art to remember that night:
In case you couldn't tell, that's Y celebrating his engagement to THE CLAW while THE CLAW ponders when bushy eyebrows will be in again and why she chose to spend her life with a mate with such large ears and no chin to speak of. Both Y and THE CLAW probably ate too much matzah and are constipated. It happens.
Y's little brother painted this when he was ten based on a picture we took at the Passover seder.
It was a pretty good night. Before I mauled everyone with my claw.